Warning Mature Content! "No one can touch her, every drop of blood that comes out of her will cost of your lives; whether I reject her or keep her by my side, this woman is mine." -Jaxon Knight. They were fierce adversaries who belong to separate packs. Both had been chosen and destined to inherit their throne. Nevertheless, if their story had already been foretold in a prophecy, how could these two Alpha bloods change their chain of events? Veronica Silva, a strong Alpha blood who knew how to stand her ground. However, with the fate intervention, how was she supposed to evade the cruel, cold-blooded Alpha? She swore she wouldn't fall for this vile person, but what would she do if the Moon Goddess insisted that he be her Moon Blessed Mate?
"Do you like it, baby?" A tickling breath and rough voice hit Veronica's neck. The man's soft and firm palm traveled to her waist and up her chest.
"A-Alpha... Ngh." She couldn't stop a sweet and seductive moan to escape from her lips.
"You seem to use this erotic body of yours to lure me, aren't you?" He licked her neck while a grin appeared on his lips. "You know that our pack is mortally opposed to each other, that's why you're doing this, right?"
"No, please, Alpha."
Her green eyes were now completely submerged in the Alpha's blue gaze in front of her. She could feel the bulge inside his jeans pressing against her stomach as he pulled her waist even tighter. The heat that now enveloped her entire being caused the inside of her underwear to get even more wet, and even the air conditioner that had been put on had no impact.
The Alpha grinned at her, whispered in her ears, and sent shivers down her spine, "Open your mouth."
"Yes," she answered as if she were a slave who was ready to what he would command.
"Good girl."
The Alpha instantly grabbed her hair and claimed her with a kiss as if he was a lion on the prowl. After removing her dress, his hand moved once more, this time, slipping under her panties.
"Alpha, there," Veronica growled softly as she lost all sense of her own body. Because of the various ways the Alpha stranger had been rubbing her, she was no longer able to control or even slow down her body's response.
He recognized Alpha by the peculiar fragrance emanating from it. It had a lavender scent, which made her feel even more inebriated.
"Ah!"
When the Alpha lifted her effortlessly and flung her, she was caught off guard. She swallowed as she noticed that his blue eyes progressively grew red, a sign of anger or perhaps excitement.
"Tonight, you can't escape under my arms. Even if your legs are worn out and crippled, I will thrust. Even though your voice is hoarse from groaning, I'll make sure that you will still moan my name and implore me to go on."
He approached her and prepared to invade her but before he could do that-
"Alpha--!"
Veronica sprung abruptly and firmly from the bed to catch her breath. Her heart felt like it was ready to burst out of her chest, so she held it tight. She eventually calmed down and noticed that she was not in her room when she looked around the white space.
"Ugh!" She held her head as it suddenly stung. The second time she wandered her eyes, she saw its neatness and spoke to herself, "Where the hell am I?"
After half an hour, she just realized she was in a hotel after repeatedly staring into oblivion, "Fuck! How I wish I had already shifted so I could ask my wolf what the hell happened to me last night!" She growled and flung the cushion to the ground.
'All I can remember is I sneaked at the annual Alpha meeting with Ava. After that, we drink some camphaigne and...after that-" She stopped in the middle of her thought, pulled her hair with irritation and shouted, "Ugh! I can't remember anything!"
"Why am I thinking about these things, I can ask Ava directly!"
She stood up to return to their packhouse; however....
"Aghh!!" She screamed when she suddenly collapsed to the ground and felt a peculiar aching between her legs.
Inhale...
Exhale...
Inhale...
Exhale...
She did that over and over and slowly closed her eyes to remember what really happened to her inside this room.
A few minutes later, it seemed as if her world collapsed as each the stranger Alpha's kiss and caress gradually returned to her. His red eyes, the lavender smell that was even more intoxicating than the campaign she drank and his breath that penetrated her entire being.
'What the fuck have I done?' While there was a tears in the corner of her eyes, she mind-linked Ava, her little sister, "Ava where are you?!"
"I should be the one asking that, where are you?!"
"I-I don't know. Just tell father that I went somewhere. Please!"
"What? Why? Tell me where the hell are you-"
Ava couldn't finish what she was saying because Veronica had cut the mind-link and even though her knees and body were still weak, she quickly ran away from the hotel.
'Father shouldn't know that I slept with Alpha Jaxon,' she scarily thought.
If Alpha Elijah, her father, discovered about this, she didn't know what would happen to her. The Dark Blood Pack, Alpha Jaxon Knight's pack had long been a strong rival of the Shadow Moon Pack, her pack. And since her father was the Alpha of their pack, and she was the eldest daughter, she destined to inherit the throne as the next Alpha of the pack.
[Shadow Moon Packhouse]
"Where did you go? We've been looking for you for a while now, why did you suddenly disappeared without saying anything?" A cold voice of her father greeted her with Ava beside him, "You know you're not eighteen yet, you haven't shifted and your safety is important because you're the next Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack."
"Honey, you can talk to her later after she rested," her mother joined their conversation.
"Right, sister, where did you go last night?" Ava asked.
Veronica looked carefully at her because it was surprising that she didn't know what happened to her. They were the only two together last night and she didn't know why she was the only one who passed out.
"I'm sorry father, it won't happen again."
"It's better not!"
Veronica just bowed her head to her father's booming voice.
[Three weeks later]
*At the dining table*
Veronica looked at the food spread on the table and like the previous days, the smell of them made her sick. She couldn't take it anymore, so she stood up and quickly went straight to the sink.
"Bleeechh... Blarggghhh."
"Veronica!"
Veronica straightened up as her heart didn't stop beating faster, faster than the rat, faster than leopard. As if she was caught with her crime. Even though her back was facing her father, it was as if his red eyes were penetrating her back.
"Y-Yes, father?"
"I've been noticing your behavior for a few weeks."
"R-Really? Don't worry about me, father. I just haven't been feeling well these past few weeks-"
She couldn't finish what she was saying because she got scared of the deafening sound of the chair where her father was sitting on and in just a second, he grabbed her arm, "Then, let me assist you to Doctor Daniel."
"Father, I can do it myself."
Alpha Elijah stopped listening to Veronica and took her to the hospital where the Doctor he was referring to was. Her father forced her in to be checked by Daniel, in the end she could do nothing but follow.
After a few hours of waiting, the Doctor returned with the results. He approached them with a smile, when he was about to present the result to Veronica, her father quickly stole it.
Even though her nervousness was beyond measure, she waited for Alpha Elijah's reaction. After looking at the result for a few minutes, her father gave it back to her but his reaction was colder now. She slowly took the paper with trembling hands and almost fell to the floor when she saw the result.
Positive Pregnancy Test.
"Abort it."
"F-father..." Big tears fell from Veronica's eyes. Aborting a child from her womb and flesh was something she could not take, "I-I can't do that. It's my baby. It's your grandson or grand daughter."
"You are about to turn eighteen and the day is approaching when you will shift and meet your fated mate, you still have time to do the abortion."
"F-father... please."
"Then, who's the father?!"
Veronica could hardly swallow her saliva because of Alpha Elijah's pressured question to her. She stared at her father for a long time but he returned only a cold stare. At first, she was hesitant to answer but with the idea that the Dark Blood Pack and Shadow Moon Pack could be a strong ally, she couldn't help but say it.
"It's Alpha Jaxon-"
*Smack*
A strong slap landed on her cheek as if her head was about to be cut off because of its extreme force. She could feel the surrounding heat from it while her head was now turned to the left.
"You are a disgrace to my forefather and bloodline!"
Chantelle Collins was once living a life of opulence and privilege, with everything she could ever desire within her grasp. She possessed not only remarkable beauty but also an array of talents that set her apart from the rest. However, fate had a different plan in store for her, and her world came crashing down when her family's fortune vanished overnight, leaving them destitute. The weight of her parents' insurmountable debt burdened her, leaving her feeling lost and unsure of how to repay such a colossal amount. The relentless debt collector demanded that she settle every outstanding penny owed by the Collins family. Little did she know that amidst her struggles, her long-lost childhood sweetheart would resurface, bringing with him a glimmer of hope. But unbeknownst to her, his intentions were far from noble, as he aimed to possess her as his own. Jax Rogers, the formidable and tyrannical billionaire behind the Rogers Group, had a hold on Chantelle like no other. Their relationship had been a cruel fairytale, filled with betrayal and manipulation. Despite her best efforts, Chantelle found it impossible to fill the void left by Jax's late wife, yet she remained by his side, determined to make their love work. How long could she endure his oppressive beliefs about love? How far was she willing to go to prove her worth as a replacement wife?
Leah's Point of view I knew he wasn't for me. I'm not a she-wolf nor a high rank that meets his level. Nonetheless, when his family engaged me as his personal doctor, I had a different feeling. I'm Omega, and all the pack I have encountered thinks of me as a low-level threat. Whenever Alphas and Betas want to play and harm, we are their stress relievers. The epicenter of mocking. Nevertheless, I may be the last one to eat, but I'd rather get harmed battling them than receive scratches without doing anything. Amoux's Point of view I admire how she stands on her own two feet, even if she is in a lower rank. But I dislike her every time she leads me — her duty is merely to heal me! I am the future Lycan King, and she must obey me! However, what should I do if one day, I just woke up and started to realize that I was going along with her demands. I won't like her. I won't fall for that Omega! No matter what… I must reject her.
Warning! Mature scene explicit [R+18] When the time I had nowhere to go because I had lost everything, he came. He showed me and made me feel the things I missed early on. He gave me the ones I had never tried and experienced. But the person I thought I could trust completely was just another poison slowly spreading through my body. Someone who did all that to forget the tragedy that befell my sister. How can I resist the love that, in the first place, should not have begun? How can I forgive myself for something I do not know? We have hundred days to pretend that we are a happy couple. But the secret they had kept for so long was revealing.
Zoey Afar has had a long-held affection for her boss. However, she was unwilling to confess this since, first and foremost, they were different in level of life. The second reason she feels "abnormal" is that even a light touch from her stimulates her desire. She has obsessive sexual behavior, sometimes known as hypersexuality condition or sexual addiction. Things become worse when the hot CEO makes her personal BDSM partner.
Warning Matured Content [Rated +18] Randall lifted the veil I was wearing and gently pressed his soft lips against mine. I closed my eyes. “I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Randall Adams and Winter Harris Adams!” I yearn after I open my eyes. It is just a dream. But that didn't happen because rising my eyes, only the click, the light of the camera, and the applause of the people popped into my depressed eyes. Randall, the handsome billionaire, stands beside me, claiming that we have been a pair of lovers for so long. But I don't recognize him. Because I lost my memory.
I inserted the dildo into my hole and began thrusting it. As I pressed the greatest vibration, one of my hands gripped the chair's top for support. "Ngh!" I couldn't help but move my hips and let out moans because I was the only person in the office. I knew no one was coming in so I let my voice echo in Travis's room. The smell of the room adds to my wetness because it smells of his perfume. "Ahh!" I didn’t know how to bend my toes when I reached the end. I cum too fast. However, I'm not satisfied yet, but before I can do the next round, I covered my eyes because of the light turning on. Simultaneously hitting the eye of the man I have long admired is the slipping of the dildo from my pussy and its fall to the floor. ************************************* "When you accept to be my BDSM slave, I will erase the sensitive body you feel." Travis Vuk, my unrequited love. Can he truly feel love for me in a domineering relationship, regardless of the fact that we are surrounded by pure sex toys and adult tools?
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?